Just as I finally got comfortable, he trampled over me like a herd of wildebeest. Stood on my hip. Rumpused up to my shoulder then back to my feet. Sasquatch working a mountain ridge.
I got up. The day had poured from murky to golden. Headache be damned.
The new linen arrived earlier and I'd prewashed a big square. I grabbed it from the machine, bundled a double handful of skeins in it and went down to mix some magic.
Bailey followed.
This is on him.
1 comment:
YUMMY-Bailey as co-pilot works for me!!!!
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